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“And vat vill you do zere?” “Look for my name.” “Bot how?” Mr Bunker hesitated. “I have a little clue,” he said at last, “only a thread, but I’ll try it for what it’s worth.” “Haf you money enoff?” “Thanks to your generosity and my skill at billiards, yes, which reminds me that I must return poor Trelawney’s ten pounds some day. At present, I can’t afford to be scrupulous.
CAPTAIN. "May I have the honour to dance a minuet with your Ladyship?" The whole room was in titters at Jack's blunder; for, as you know very well, poor Lady Susan HAS A WOODEN LEG. Ha! ha! fancy a minuet and a wooden leg, hey, my dear? MRS. CATHERINE. Giggle giggle giggle: he! he! he! Oh, Captain, you rogue, you Well you be a foony mon, Sergeant, zure enoff.
"Tulliwuddle is very late," said Essington; "but he's a devilish casual gentleman in all matters." "I am selfish enoff to hope he vill not gom at all!" exclaimed the Baron. "Unfortunately he has had the doubtful taste to conceive a curiously high opinion of myself. I am afraid he won't desert us. But I don't propose that we shall suffer for his slackness. Bring the fish, waiter."
Donner und blitzen! Mon Dieu! Blood! I know not ze English vord so bad enoff for soch conduct.” “It must have been a joke,” his friend suggested, soothingly. “Vun dashed bad joke, zen!
“You vill not fight? Coward! poltroon! I know not ze English name bad enoff for you!” With difficulty Mr Bunker composed himself and replied, still smiling: “After all, Baron, what harm has been done? I get all the blame, and the sympathy you wanted is sure to turn to you.” “False friend!” thundered the Baron. “My dear Baron!” said Mr Bunker, mildly, “whose fault was it that the plot miscarried?
The lady came of the now extinct family of Enoff, whose immense wealth she brought to her husband. When he married her he abandoned the Maltese Order, of which he had been a knight. He won his bride by a duel with pistols on horseback. The lady had promised that her hand should be the conqueror's guerdon, and the prince was so fortunate as to kill his rival.
The lady came of the now extinct family of Enoff, whose immense wealth she brought to her husband. When he married her he abandoned the Maltese Order, of which he had been a knight. He won his bride by a duel with pistols on horseback. The lady had promised that her hand should be the conqueror's guerdon, and the prince was so fortunate as to kill his rival.
“I have many,” replied Mr Bunker; “in fact, I have few positive ideas left.” “Bot mine is a particulair doubt. Do I lairn enoff?” “My own conception of enough learning, Baron, is a thing like a threepenny-bit—the smallest coin one can do one’s marketing with.” “And yet,” said the Baron, solemnly, “for my own share, I am not satisfied.
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